Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

She always tucks her in and surprisingly Accalia never says no. After tucking her in, Jane gave Accalia a goodnight kiss and exited her room. Accalia felt sad that she couldn't share her past with Jane. She knew that she wouldn't judge her but her past was bitter to let out. She closed her eyes, this time she didn't see amber eyes but Davis's evil face, his eyes were red with fury. She has never seen Davis in her dreams but amber eyes but... Did it mean that Davis was going to find her soon? Accalia thought, her heart racing.

I was about to walk out the door but I became too late, because a respectable man was standing there already watching me and blocking the way. "You have such a very beautiful eyes, my lady." His hoarse voice echoed in my head. His posture, the way he spoke, I’m sure he was a nobleman. "Prince Zandrus, we need to go. The youngest Prince's team will be heading out now..." said the man behind him. The man also looked at me and was obviously amazed at the color of my eyes. I blinked so many times, I don't understand what's going on anymore. My extrasensory is not shutting down, I could still feel everything beyond my normal range and I know my eyes are still on their beautiful shade. I can't res

human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful. She doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced toward her, half-naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her. There's calculation in her eyes

‘Why are you so goddamn stubborn, how I’m I going to protect such a stubborn woman’, he said. ‘Beck please leave and don’t ever speak to me again please’, I watched him leave the house slamming the door hard behind him. I didn’t move till he had driven off in his car. I locked the door, the windows and retired to my bedroom. I wore a hoodie the next day, I have never felt so blind in my life. I know I could see into people’s futures and I have never wanted to see mine but since after last night I wished I could. I locked my doors as I drove and I parked in the main lot where there were a lot of people, often I felt a lot of eyes on me but when I turned there was no one there and I knew I was

When I looked at her eyes I found her beautiful from inside. "For a while I thought I had won a beautiful world. I could see a painful story in her eyes. I felt like I fell in Love with a world through her eyes. Her sparkled eyes told me a story that made my heart weep. The look in her eyes heals me. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and wanted to tell her that she is safe forever. She wear her truth in her eyes". Then suddenly I remembered that we were lying on the ground. And I'm in an imaginary world. I hurriedly got up from her. She stood up and walked towards her room. When she reached her door she turned back and looked at me and then she went inside her room.

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

While she is looking at the mirror that for a moment granted her, her wish to see them in that distance and corner of the abyss where she is ruling. “Everyone’s memories are altered and their fate is sealed towards the inevitable beginning of the last and seventh loop. But the end of this long journey and fate that is president with lies and darkness.” Somewhat narrating the reality and the inevitable truth of that very moment and time. She looks at the book that she guards, and somehow the book knows what she wanted and thinking, no, it does know. For it open its pages to let her see and read the characters that she is now more than familiar with whom.

Her eyes were brown, as if she matched them with the color of the furniture. As their eyes met, she closed her book without turning towards them. It made them feel uneasy as they could see the malice and hatred in her eyes. She slowly turned around, facing them, then she stood up and walked towards the other door. With a gesture of her hand, she asked them to go inside, as if she was waiting for them.

, she said, keeping her eyes on the page and taking a sip. "Sorry? Didn't get you", I muttered. "The book", she said. "Oh! Do you have a third eye? I mean how did you know that I was trying to read the title", I asked. "Obviously, you would. You never saw me reading a book and it may make you curious about what I am reading. No?", she said. My eyes popped out. She finally looked at me. Undoubtedly, she looked like another woman in glasses. Her eyes looked bigger and she looked much mature.

There was sudden tranquility behind the doors. The stillness was deafening but I know that the igniting chaos was stirring beneath the hush. The moment my eyes fluttered wide, I can feel the shifting hues of my orbs, like a beast that knows how to camouflage throughout the course. It was also further bizarre that my senses heightened that even a drop of sweat on the ground, my eyes can follow its ebb of dipping. "Xiomara... what's happening to your eyes?"